Runaways and rapistsnFill the streets at nightnBroken bottles nGlimmer in the city lightsnIn the alleys, cold winds blownnIn the crowd of peoplenOn the subway trainsnNo one looks into your eyesnIn the park a junkie diesnnCruel town, it’s a cruel townnCold people, cruel townnCruel town, it’s a cruel townnIf you fall, you stay downnnCold city, cruel systemnNothing’s made for peoplennSee the run down alcoesnDrift in the mallnLaws changenAnd governments fallnBut the beggars all remainnnCruel town, it’s a cruel townnCold people, cruel townnCruel town, it’s a cruel townnIf you fall, you stay downnnCold city, cruel systemnNothing’s made for peoplennCruel town, it’s a cruel townnCold people, cruel townnCruel town, it’s a cruel townnIf you fall, you stay downnnYou stay downnYou never get up